but hopes

All ways are
ends once at same place,
so we cannot,
not to meet again.

Midday sun
is so hot.
But not so hot
as my heart,
that burns my soul.

A wayfarer guided
with footprints,
lost the prints in midday.

A true love is
guide and light
to life.
but it lost
somewhere in past.

A ride in dark
not certain,
will get light of hopes?
as fresh light of dawn ,
not sure but hopes.